Lost Cause

[Verse 1: Hyperaptive] Let me take you through the life of a boy living his teens On an estate in London, ridden with fiends The type of people with not a smidgen of dreams Who were either criminals or just risen as thieves In a way, Daniel was lost from the start In his ends the crime rate was off of the chart Mum was an alcoholic, Dad's a tosser and half His fucking family were drug addicts or locked behind bars But all the same, Danny had a talent from a young-age He loved writing, could spend hours with one-page When told it would take him nowhere he was unfazed Convinced he'd be a real artist at some-stage But for every dream he had the bubbles-were-burst As he grew into his teens the struggles-were-worse Started dealing like his brothers and troubles-emerged Selling coke instead of weed for double-the-worth And all he saw as important was building-his-rep Making money getting drugs, gold, silver-and-skets Helping his mum where he could with the bills-and-electric 'Til his passion for writing and dreams were killed-in-effect He was slacking at school, and hadn't written-in-months The only time that he rapped now was spitting-with-chumps Talking about knives and crime as they'd sit-in-a-bunch He'd act like them to blend in but was sick-of-the-cunts Deep down, this wasn't how he'd pictured-his-life He'd always wanted to write, and be addicted-to-mics But now every day he lived seemed insipid-and-like A bad dream he couldn't wake from thick-in-the-night [Verse 2:Hyperaptive] By 16, he felt like he was loosing-the-plot He'd let himself down the same road as youths-in-his-block And he knew now that most in his shoes-had-been-shot Locked up, or left in the block using-the-rocks He was sitting down with a letter stuck-in-his-hands Telling how he'd been expelled for a couple-of-grams Of cocaine found in his school locker-and-Dan Was now thinking stuff his exams, and fuck-all-his-plans Yeah getting his qualifications would-of-been-great But he felt like he was trapped and he couldn't-escape Could of changed when he was younger but he shouldn't-of-waited Now he couldn't see one thing good-in-his-fate Every day he was getting by on five and tenner-bits While his mum was trying to survive-on-benefits Not bothered to move from where her wine-and-stella-sits Most days now, he'd just get high-and-reminisce Back on the days when he could of made-a-change When he was free to choose from a major-range Of prospects to get a job, and be paid-a-wage Or build up his skills and have his tracks played-on-stage.... [Verse 3:Hyperaptive] Then one night, Daniel was shotting-a-draw He'd not even got too far from shutting-his-door When 3 boys nearby watched him stopping-and-saw The drugs he was holding and started bopping-towards Straight away he knew they were up for having-a-fight 2 were shouting "What you got" and one was grabbing-a-knife He tried fighting them back, he wasn't having-a-slice Of it but that didn't stop the biggest from stabbing-him-twice As he fell, he wished he could of paused-to-retreat Wished he could of changed everything he saw-through-the-sweeping Images of his life flashing before-him-at-speed Cause he was now just another lost cause-to-the-street He wished he had of changed his ways-and-practiced On his talents, now he'd spend every day-on-his-raps Could of had fans out there playing-his-tracks But he was bleeding to death on the street laying-collapsed